She stepped into the flat sorely, gazing at his stuff. He’s left so soon, without saying he would do so, without mentioning any goodbyes with his deep, sad voice. Everything was the same, nothing has been moved, and nothing has been replaced. He took nothing with him but his endless tears. He took nothing with him but his sadness and misery. He took nothing … but the shattering hearts with its deep wounds.
She did fool him with her sweet words and enchanting look, but she’s never thought that such a smart person like him can’t be fooled with her stupid words. Her words did nothing but led him to his misery, that he no longer cares about living in a small, dirty flat, nor about his study или his even... his life!
What has happened to him? People wondered, but no one will ever know but her… his killer!
Sympathetically she dealt with news of his disappearance without having the slightest feeling of guilt, but when she got into the flat, she felt like the breath has been taken away from her, that she couldn’t help it but threw herself on the wooden chair of his desk. He usually sat in the desk, Чтение something или Письмо with that mysterious notebook. She asked him about it еще than once but he has always refused to tell her what it is. The thought came through her mind suddenly; it was the only way to know why he left, by Чтение it, it must be his diaries или he wouldn’t refuse to talk about it. Nervously she started to look for it between his Книги and novels, until she found it, His diaries. She opened her mouth with amusement, when she noticed that he’s written it like a letter pointed to her. He wrote with the blood of his deep wounds, he wrote with the tears of his eyes in those nights when he could do nothing … but cry.
You’ve never realized how much I loved you, he wrote. You’ve never realizes what misery Ты gave me. Ты never felt as guilty as Ты should be. Ты didn’t think of me as a living human being. I was nothing to Ты but a tool, to drive him crazy, to make the blood rush to his cheeks caused by anger. Ты started to play with me, make me Переместить the way Ты want me to, act the way Ты want me to act, Ты made a fool of me. Ты were driven by jealousy that blinded you. Ты couldn’t see my wounds, nor notice my pain. I wish that Ты would say “I Любовь you” and Ты truly mean it. I wish that you’d look at me the way Ты look at him.
Nobody knows the truth. They think I’m the other guy standing in your way, while was the victim of what happened. I was standing between Ты and him in the battle of yours, representing a protective Стена to you, which stopped his swords, while Ты stamp me in my back whenever Ты get furious. I got out of the battle field, completely damaged, totally wounded.
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She did fool him with her sweet words and enchanting look, but she’s never thought that such a smart person like him can’t be fooled with her stupid words. Her words did nothing but led him to his misery, that he no longer cares about living in a small, dirty flat, nor about his study или his even... his life!
What has happened to him? People wondered, but no one will ever know but her… his killer!
Sympathetically she dealt with news of his disappearance without having the slightest feeling of guilt, but when she got into the flat, she felt like the breath has been taken away from her, that she couldn’t help it but threw herself on the wooden chair of his desk. He usually sat in the desk, Чтение something или Письмо with that mysterious notebook. She asked him about it еще than once but he has always refused to tell her what it is. The thought came through her mind suddenly; it was the only way to know why he left, by Чтение it, it must be his diaries или he wouldn’t refuse to talk about it. Nervously she started to look for it between his Книги and novels, until she found it, His diaries. She opened her mouth with amusement, when she noticed that he’s written it like a letter pointed to her. He wrote with the blood of his deep wounds, he wrote with the tears of his eyes in those nights when he could do nothing … but cry.
You’ve never realized how much I loved you, he wrote. You’ve never realizes what misery Ты gave me. Ты never felt as guilty as Ты should be. Ты didn’t think of me as a living human being. I was nothing to Ты but a tool, to drive him crazy, to make the blood rush to his cheeks caused by anger. Ты started to play with me, make me Переместить the way Ты want me to, act the way Ты want me to act, Ты made a fool of me. Ты were driven by jealousy that blinded you. Ты couldn’t see my wounds, nor notice my pain. I wish that Ты would say “I Любовь you” and Ты truly mean it. I wish that you’d look at me the way Ты look at him.
Nobody knows the truth. They think I’m the other guy standing in your way, while was the victim of what happened. I was standing between Ты and him in the battle of yours, representing a protective Стена to you, which stopped his swords, while Ты stamp me in my back whenever Ты get furious. I got out of the battle field, completely damaged, totally wounded.
please rate and comment. Let me know what Ты truely think :D
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded by my thoughts, but no people. By my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat by me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded by my thoughts, but no people. By my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat by me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy день ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven by two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted by Волки ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Остаться в живых and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
или have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
